Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the morning
 With my hair down in my eyes, and she says, "Hi"
 And I stumble to the breakfast table
 While the kids are going off to school, "Goodbye"
 And she reaches out and takes my hand
 Squeezes it and says, "How ya feeling, hon?"
 And I look across at smiling lips
 That warm my heart and see my morning sun
 And if that's not loving me
 Then all I've got to say
 God didn't make the little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
 There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss, Disneyland
 Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
 God didn't make the little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
 And when my self is feeling low
 I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
 Sometimes I call her up at home, knowing she's busy
 And ask if she could get away and meet me
 And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
 And she drops what she's doing
 And hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late
 But she sits waiting patiently
 And smiles when she first sees me 'cause she's made that way
 And if that not loving me
 Then all I've got to say
 God didn't make the little green apples
 And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
 There's no such thing as make-believe
 Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns
 God didn't make the little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
 And when my self is feeling low
 I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
 God didn't make the little green apples
 And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime